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A Christmas Gift

Christmas Greeting to all who read my various attempts at story telling.

Photo copyright: Roger Bultot
Photo copyright: Roger Bultot

Josephine saw Tommy heading towards a seat at the back of the diner, she knew what his order would be, a mug of coffee, four eggs  sunny side up and a stack of fries. He had been coming in the diner for two years. But still he had not asked her out. There was shy and there was shy, but she knew what his eyes said. Today she had hung a sprig of mistletoe over his favourite seat, but he failed to look up.

As a sink hole opened up below the Diner she fell into his arms, they kissed and she dreamed of children whilst he dreamed of food.

Hard at work writing
Hard at work writing
This Post Has 26 Comments
  1. Dear Michael,

    I don’t think this is a man who will ever wake up and smell the proverbial coffee. On the other hand, if she’s a good cook…At least she got her kiss. Good one.



  2. Question: Were you trying to spell “dinner” or “diner?” These spell-check things computers have drive me crazy sometimes.

    As to the story itself, ah, what a man! What a woman! The fantasy of probably every waitress and customer. Nice work, Mike!

    You have a Merry Christmas! 🙂

  3. We’ve had a few sink holes open up in Australia. Scary things.
    This guy needs to wake up and smell the roses if he ever makes it out of the sink hole, or perhaps he’s interested in someone else. Come sto the diner to see a different waitress.
    xx Rowena

  4. I’m thinking it just seems like a sinkhole. Some guys are like that. They don’t get excited about much. He’d probably make a good husband if she didn’t expect to change him. Good writing, Mike. Happy Holidays and New Year 2017. Good picture. 🙂 — Suzanne

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